Pale Horse, Pale Rider

I don't know what Beechnut Stage reheated sicilian pizza is, but it was a huge hit at lunchtime yesterday.

In our continued and totally unwitting efforts to traumatize young Samson, we thought we'd let him go for a ride on one of those coin-operated horses. A store in our neighborhood has one out front; you put a quarter in and it plays the William Tell Overture.

Even with Vicki holding him and me standing there giving the reassuring "isn't this fun?" line, it was like Sam had been besieged by an army of vacuums. So we picked him up but figured we'd let him watch the horse move, sans rider. Apparently for 25 cents, you get the entire overture; I think if you drive by the store, you might see us still standing there. In any event, we'll be sure to keep away from mechanical horses for a little while.

Or maybe he just hates Rossini?